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“Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.”

Quote by Sara Zarr

Work

Story of a Girl

This book explores the personal journey and experiences of a girl, delving into themes of growth, identity, and the complexities of life. more

Author

Sara Zarr
Sara Zarr

Sara Zarr is an American author born on October 3, 1970. Her works are known for their deep character development and emotional nuance, primarily focusing on young adult literature. Zarr's books explore themes such as the challenges of adolescence, family relationships, and self-discovery. more

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